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Separation (Free verse) by MacFrantic In light
of all the things I've done
The face I've worn
The fights I've won
It seems that you
And you alone
Could make this house
Much less a home
Departure from this quaking ground
From all the ghosts
And frantic sounds
Leaves no time to
Remonstrate
for
Love forsworn
Comes borne of hate
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